Throughout the night I lived in different dimensions, moving
from one into another without any volition.
It was as if the
entire scale so far experienced, now entered a further extension
with parallel gradations, deeper and more real; almost as if
what was lived through had already occurred, and my clouded
brain could only now register it, in fragments, as it passed
from a higher form of existence to myself in the flesh.
There
was the awareness, as each new wave of 'seeing' and 'experiencing' manifested, that these must be endured, to the
best of my ability - there was no escape possible.
This was so
throughout all the days that it lasted...
The whole was an
ordeal that had no respite day or night. In it I could not
'live' but at the same time could not die; it was an
intermediary state from which I was powerless to free
myself...
And after anguish to the limit of my capacity - when I
could bear no more, came the final splendor; the ecstatic
tears, and the
paean of praise in an unknown tongue.
Yet the
words in essence produced their own translation, and in a
strange duality of consciousness,
my human voice singing the
unknown, archaic syllables; my inner self conversant with their
meaning and with what was happening to me, and my external
personality trailing in partial oblivion behind...
I yet grasped
in my brain, simultaneously, the English rendition sentence for
sentence.
The transposition was immediate and pure.
I remember now only a fragment:
"And I know that I know; and I see that I
see; and I know that I know",
...recurring in a pattern, whirling in a
circular cascade of experience and perception, whose keynote was
joy.
Now began an experience more beautiful than any registered in my
life before... The cosmic Self... was received into a joyous
reunion with her kindred...
The Reality which was the core of
all the deeper experiences was without form or tangibility, and
beyond description - its transposition into words is but a
simile, a faint reflection...
She traversed Time, and retrieved
in full her 'memory', and the bliss of self-knowledge overflowed
like an endless fount...
I saw a new inflow of evolving
life-sparks superseding and overlapping the former stream, with
adverse occult factors now eliminated, and all genetic strains
left capable of strong, progressive spiritual growth. I
witnessed the entire span of the incoming evolutionary wave...
I
saw Great Britain as a central nexus, from which source the
whole world was 'fed' in a spiritual sense.
There were twelve
previous schools or orders returning to incarnation, which would
eventually be situate in various centres of natural energy in
the British Isles.
I believe there were a further two, not
formerly incarnate, but cannot be sure of this. All these
schools would commence their work in inconspicuous ways, their
ultimate flowering assured in the course of time.
Many were
derived from educational systems of great antiquity, not known
to the world of today.
All had the same cosmic root, and would
work co-operatively in harmony, but their external presentation
of knowledge would differ according to the needs of the time and
the candidates.
I saw their past origins and the reflections of
their influence which had survived through to the present day in
some instances...
There were ancient runes and rhymes; sung
'rounds' and madrigals - customs, folklore, and fairy-tales,
still existent and organically alive, that had been used in the
past for a hidden, spiritual tuition, and could in this day
still be reclaimed, reshaped, and reused.
There was knowledge
and wisdom long lost to the world, yet still fresh and vital, enlocked in green woods and sweet hills, clear waters, running
streams, stones and rocks - and in the distant past, or was it
the future...? - small communities, stone cottages, the scent of woodsmoke, a simple life surrounding a
Teacher, one who taught
from his level of being, in an everyday life of reflection,
work, and rest.
In some manner I became fused with this great Being, and
perceived myriads of souls released into life, and at the same
time the cycle of recurring existence they had passed through...
I saw a Great Cycle, a Span of Time containing within itself
many small cycles.
Each lesser cycle carried its own attribute,
or 'lesson', which manifested as a trend of development, with
all conceivable possibilities for its use or abuse.
Freewill was
an essential accompaniment at certain stages, as it charted a
path which marked out the weakness and strength in each unit - it was not interfered with, though guidance was available the
whole of the way.
Inherent in the Journey' of each soul, lay its
correctives and means of growth, for the following cycle, or,
more correctly, the second half of each cycle, produced a
reactive principle, and turned back the souls actions upon
itself, and that which it had sown freely was reaped without
choice.
The cycle now concluding was in actual fact a
half-cycle, the first half, wherein freewill was manifest;
though I saw it contained many suffering the counter swing of
earlier cycles, producing a long train of accumulative effect
grossly distorting the prevalent culture - the whole
constituting a nadir point of weight and darkness in which
egotism and cruelty flourished.
The nadir also presented the end
of a span of possibilities, for it synchronized exactly with the
nadir of a Great Cycle, making it of special significance - a
kind of full-stop virtually impossible to explain, for here the
circle spiraled, and for those properly prepared, constituted
the onset of an evolutionary leap onto a completely new
time-track, and those who had not risen to their evolutionary
opportunities, must commence again the eternal round, in effect
a re-streaming.
Tears streamed down my face, there was piercing bliss, the
pulsating joy of longed-for reunion. Some kind of accolade,
recognition of effort, and reward. It went on for a long time,
with tears of bliss continuously.
At some point, on a different
vibration, was reference to the outworking in my earthly life - at best it could only be but a reflection, but I understood I
would find it, bit by bit, in time...
